pain can be a muse, too
it's twinge always familiar for me
that it begins to feel like home
and I gladly let it consume me
*
It means I'm alive,
*
I remind myself to use it
fill a canvas with an empty heart
remember what beauty looks like
even when blindfolded
*
and I remember,
*
in the darkness I can still
find your lips on mine
feel your weight against me
hear breath and words on my neck
*
pain can be a love, too
*
because without one
there cannot exist the other
so I'd rather take them both
than never experience either
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
pain can be a muse, too
it's twinge always familiar for me
that it begins to feel like home
and I gladly let it consume me
*
It means I'm alive,
*
I remind myself to use it
fill a canvas with an empty heart
remember what beauty looks like
even when blindfolded
*
and I remember,
*
in the darkness I can still
find your lips on mine
feel your weight against me
hear breath and words on my neck
*
pain can be a love, too
*
because without one
there cannot exist the other
so I'd rather take them both
than never experience either